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Nope. Still myself.

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First story. Ever.

Please review, I have a low self esteem and reviews where people ask me questions and make nice comments really boost me up.

~gevauden

CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRST PRICE

They hadn't ever been rich. Their status was only raised above others because they were pureblood wizards. The Weasley line had yet to converge with a muggleborn, and it did not seem as if it would happen quickly.

The world was becoming very scarce of the true pureblood wizards. The families that were pureblood were often powerful and infected with the idea that they were better because of their blood status. Arthur Weasley didn't put them as true. They were regarding their own words, saying that others were filthy. It was utter nonsense that the ones who were really dirtied and infested with lies were the ones saying this.

Conflict had always aroused from the red-headed wizarding family and the other families. It was mostly because of how Arthur Weasley, current leader of the Weasley clan, had such an interest in muggles and a repulsive paycheck.

It was also because they were apparently one of the most stubborn families in the wizarding world for not selling off their children to betrothal.

It was ridiculous, really. Arther and Molly had agreed and knew the best for their children was that they have the freedom to love someone. They valued their love, and knew that their children would as well. Overall it was an easy agreement and there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

The only reasons the Weasleys were even considered for this was because they were one of the oldest families.

All was well as they simply said no to all marriage requests.

Until the girl came.

When Molly Weasley announced she was going to have a girl, you could say that the family was a bit surprised.

Arther's eyes had nearly burst out of their sockets. He knew the rarities of female Weasleys.

Bill, their eldest son just seemed a bit freaked out of having another "other" in the house. However, he was indeed excited and proud to be, yet, a big brother again.

Charlie grinned widely. He was the most daring of the sons, picking up the strange magical creature from there to there, asking Molly, "Can I keep it?" Another challenge in his everyday life was something he looked forward to.

There was Percy. He smiled and nodded. He did not have that much emotion, always being the odd-duck and sticking out of most fun and dangerous activities that the Weasley men were ever so fond of participating in.

Fred and George started crying. It was almost like they knew that their world would enter a nightmare having another girl in the house. Three year olds aren't supposed to know these things though.

Little Ron Weasley just blinked, staring at the twins as they cried.

With this wonderful news there was also the terrible news to be delivered.

o*o*o*o*

Albus Dumbledore walked out of the Weasley's fireplace quietly as he headed into the kitchen. It was nighttime and far too late for the younger Weasleys to be around to interrupt the important business he needed to discuss.

Molly Weasley looked up from the dishes she was washing. "Hello Albus," she said as she looked up.

"Good evening Molly. I'm afraid we need to discuss something important regarding what you are expecting."

"Do have a seat," Molly motioned to a chair, "Now, please explain."

Dumbledore, looked at Molly as he sat down, contemplating where to begin.

"I know I am not at liberty to interfere with your family or any wizarding customs, but there is something important I must tell you regarding your expecting child."

Molly sat down, her round stomach making her sit a few inches further away from the table than she was used to.

"Are you familiar with the works of seers?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling.

Molly nodded, waiting for the headmaster to continue.

"I know a seer that was recently hired at my school because she made an important prophecy. She does not make them often, which surprised me when she made another one..." The headmaster's voice drifted off.

"It regarded your daughter."

Molly was almost afraid for the headmaster to continue as she watched him close his eyes as if to remember something. He took a piece of paper from his cloak and handed it to Molly.

A terrible price at which the seventh born must pay if she is to keep her freedom...

a terrible price the fire must pay to not be extinguished... a second price already fated... one must overcome fate to avoid the last...

The second one who has shared fates awaits... imprisoned but will find refuge in the fire... The storm approaches...

Dumbledore looked at Molly to see what she had to say to this.

"What... does it mean, Albus?" Molly finally managed to say after a long moment.

"Prophecies are much like another language. I have managed to see that the "seventh born" is your daughter, and "she" is also her. I am not sure about the rest, but I have somewhat an idea."

Dumbledore took a deep breath before going on the next part, "A terrible price she must pay for freedom. In all measures I am assuming she is going to be taken or someone is going to want her as a prisoner. However, she will be free. The prices will be steep as it says."

Molly thought for a moment, quietly making this all come through her mind.

"Keep an eye out Molly," Dumbledore spoke quietly as he headed to the fireplace to floo out.

Molly was lost in thought, trying to think of what the words on the paper meant and how to tell Arthur.

o*o*o*o*o

Molly smiled at her five year old daughter. She was so active and beautiful that she could not wait to see her as a young woman... although she could wait a few years for that.

Ginevra Molly Weasley was held close to her mother. She was barely five years old and already the pureblood families were pining over getting their sons to marry her. She cursed in her mind the creator of the charms that would show what the child would look like when they were older...

Her daughter was the most beautifully predicted of all of the females who were "pureblood status." Her hair was as perfect as any Weasley with just enough freckles. Her eyes were a deep brown with golden specks that were captivating. Molly was all in all a very proud mother.

"Morning, dear." Arthur called to his wife.

Molly was about to reply to him when a regal looking owl swooped in through a window and landed gracefully on a chair. It lift its leg for Arthur to take the letter off of. It glared as if it was much too regal for Arthur to touch him.

As soon as Arthur untied the letter, the bird left.

He looked at the letter, a seal that he was very reluctant to even look at was on the envelope.

"Oh dear..." Molly gasped as she recognized the Malfoy family seal.

To Mr. Arthur Weasley

You should be pleased to know that your daughter has been chosen by the powerful and

noble Malfoy family to marry our one son and true heir.

Please send a letter back guaranteeing your acceptance and loyalty to the pureblood line.

L.M.

Mrs. Weasley was already shaking her head at the letter, "Not my daughter."

Arthur nodded at her. He spoke proudly and determined, "She will have her freedom."

o*o*o*o*o

"Tell me the story one more time, mum."

Molly Weasley was tucking her daughter into bed. She was seven, becoming something of herself and making her family proud everyday.

"Mum, please?"

"Oh, alright," Mrs Weasley sighed at her precious little red-head.

"There was a boy named Harry. Harry Potter. His family was being hunted down by the most evil Dark Lord that the world has ever known. He was so evil that he had no heart, no love, and no friends. The family, the Potters, were a family full of love and joy. They were one of the most kindest in all of the wizarding world."

Molly thought back to Lily and James. She hadn't known them all that well, but enough to know they were kind and lovely.

"The mother of the little Harry was named Lily. She had the most amazing green eyes and red hair. Like ours but a bit darker. She was beautiful. James had jet black shaggy hair with glasses. He was often seen on a broom chasing a golden snitch."

Ginny braced herself for the next part. It was the worst, but also the best.

"One night the dark wizard found them. James bravely defended Harry and Lily, but he fell to the Dark Lord. Lily defended little Harry. She was so brave at that moment when she too fell. Then the dark wizard moved onto little Harry. He was so young. A year old. Just when the Dark Lord was about to strike, something happened that made him disappear. He fell to a loved child who was just a year old. He gained a lightning bolt scar on his forehead and fame. They say he saved us all. He is truly our hero."

Ginny smiled to herself as she closed her eyes, dreaming of the little boy named Harry. She thought for a moment and spoke up, "How old is he, mum?"

"Just a year older than yourself, dear."

"Is he like his father?"

Molly smiled, "I would think so. They say he had black hair that could not be tamed too."

Ginny rested her head on her pillow and snuggled into her blankets.

"Goodnight mum."

"Goodnight dear."

As her mother left, Ginny said in the tiniest whisper, "Goodnight Harry... where ever you are."

o*o*o*o*o

Three years later, on the night of August twenty-fifth, as Ginny was being tucked into bed, a creature lurked outside of The Burrow.

It was a full moon and a cloudless night. The Weasleys had went to sleep early after a good meal that Mrs Weasley made to say goodbye to Ron for his first year at Hogwarts.

The figure outside crept closer to the Burrow, testing the wards carefully.

Taking a careful step he felt a small tingle as he passed through the wards, but nothing more. His master was right, he was able to get through.

The figure went on a full sprint on all fours, going straight for the window where the prey he was searching for was.

He grabbed onto the side of the old house, climbing up without hesitation, unleashing the full beast inside.

He smashed the window, quickly going in the room.

"Ahh!" he heard a male voice. He was looking for the girl. Slowly he turned his head to the direction of the door, not hesitating to smash through it and then turn the corner. The scent of the girl was strong.

He smashed through the next door where he met a figure, "Werewolf!" it screamed.

He snarled, lashed out at the figure and sprinted out of the room, going to the next.

Hurrying, the creature smashed through the next door, ignoring the screams throughout the house. He ignored the figured that ran after him after he blasted through the room.

"Mum?!" a frightened voice asked.

He growled. It was feminine. It was his prey. He lunged at the girl just as a spell hit him from behind.

His teeth latched onto her shoulder, blood pulsing out of her. The powerful force of the spell forced him to sink his teeth in further.

The girl's cries were like they were from a different world. She screamed with the sudden force that made his own ears hurt.

"Gin!"

"Get him off of her!"

"Someone call Albus!"

"GET HIM OFF!!!!"

He felt himself being pulled off of the girl, his teeth bloody and the girl's shoulder most likely torn to the point of no recovery.

He vaguely remembered the aurors identifying him as Fenrir Greyback.

He didn't remember much after they put the veritruserum on him.

He didn't remember the long trip to Azkaban and how he watch Sirius Black as he passed his cell turn into a dog and snarl at him.

He didn't remember waking up to the worst moment of his life over and over again. He was lost in the dementors.

One thing he knew that kept him going was that he completed his job.

o*o*o*o*o

"Ginny, are you alright?"

Ginny Weasley opened her eyes. She looked up at the blank white ceiling and plain room she was being held in.

"Ginny? You're in St. Mungo's."

She tried to shift on her side to see who it was talking, but the enormous pain on her right shoulder stopped her.

"W-what happened?" She gasped through the pain.

Her mother's face appeared in her range of sight. It looked sad and quite relieved.

"We were attacked. Well you and George were anyways."

Ginny blinked, "What happened, mum?"

"It was a man who came into our house last night he was a werewolf... it seems that he was ordered by a man that does not like our family to hurt us - you."

Molly frowned at the thought that Lucius Malfoy had sent Fenrir Greyback to kill her daughter.

"You were hurt he --" Molly was cut off by the arrival of two healers.

"She is awake?" One asked Molly.

Molly nodded.

"It seems we have horrible news for you, Mrs. Weasley." The other healer spoke up.

"Your daughter was bitten by a werewolf, and therefore deep enough that the condition has also been transferred to her." The healer said hesitantly.

"Your daughter is a werewolf." The other added, as if to shape the reality of it in the least subtle way.

Molly could only stare at the healer, hoping it was not true. Hoping there had been some sort of mistake.

Ginny could only stare at her mother, hoping the same things.

Werewolves were not thought highly of at all in the wizarding world. They were frowned upon actually.

The Ministry of Magic made sure that they had tabs on all werewolves. All international trips had to be tracked. All residential homes that the werewolves stayed at had to be kept under tabs. The werewolf themselves had to be kept under tabs by giving some blood and hair for a tracking spell.

Werewolves were disregarded from the majority of the wizarding world.

The first healer, the more subtle one, frowned, "You healed faster... it's one of the..."

"Side effects." Ginny ended for her.

"We'll just give you some time to think about this. We're sorry." The second healer said as he headed out the door. The first healer ran after him with a sympathetic nod.

Molly watched them leave.

Ginny stared at her toes at the end of the bed.

"It will be alright. We'll talk to Albus. We can keep this a secret."

"What's going to happen?" Ginny asked calmly, keeping her temper inside.

"Things are going to get a whole lot harder for us," Molly managed to say as tears fell down her cheek.

Ginny only nodded.

They were like that for a while until Albus Dumbledore entered the room.

Molly lifted her gaze the old headmaster, "Hello Albus."

"Good morning Molly," the old man said.

"We have a problem, Albus."

"I have already heard. I'm sorry for this horrible fate to have been bestowed on your daughter as well."

Ginny couldn't keep it in, her temper was winning, "What do you mean horrible fate? It's going to bloody be the rest of my life!"

Molly stared at her daughter in surprise before saying, "Language, Ginevra!"

Ginny only looked down at her toes again.

"Best get used to her temper Molly. It's part of the condition," Dumbledore said.

The Weasley mother sighed before she quietly said, "It's the first price, isn't it? We denied him marriage and we paid the first price."

Ginny's latest potion was working on her and she was drifting off to sleep, unable to hear the words her mother was speaking.

"I'm afraid you are correct," The headmaster nodded.

"Can we keep this a secret from the world?" Molly asked.

"Yes, for the time being. However, people will find out. I will only do my best to ensure she does not get hurt." And with that, the great headmaster left with a twinkle in his eyes.

o*o*o*o*o

"Boys, I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Molly Weasley spoke in her bravest voice and continued, "Your sister has been bitten by a werewolf. She is a werewolf."

Bill, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron all stood in the hall outside Ginny's room at St. Mungo's.

They were both shocked and full of other emotion at the same time as they heard this news.

Bill wished Charlie was there, but he knew Charlie had just gotten accepted to a job with dragons. It would be best not to miss work in his first week.

Fred's arm had healed well. It was only claws that had damaged him so he was safe from having the transferred condition.

"We'll help her, mum," Bill said weakly.

"We won't tell anyone either," Fred said.

"A Weasley secret," George added.

Molly smiled at her boys. They may have not been rich money wise, but they were indeed rich in ways that money could not make them. They had love. They cared for their sister and truly supported one another.

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